I have applied only enough lip balm to prevent my lips from getting chapped. In the small mirror I can only see up to the collar of my black uniform.... I sigh and close my locker before setting my 5’10’ frame straight. I run my hands once to straighten any unwanted creases in my already ironed uniform. My name tag is straight, I have the baton and taser clipped to my left, close to my dominant hand and my radio to my right. My jet black uniform is stainless and my work boots are shiny. Working. When I got up to your kneesI took them both in my hands and started kissing your legs. I knew Iwanted to taste your sex before I put anything else in there. you partedyour legs wide and I kept kissing my way and licking up your thighs to mytarget. I could smell you strong and it was perfume to me. I licked downyour right thigh and up your left. You were squirming against the bedcovers and your hands were fisted in the sheets. I was going to makeanother trip up and down your thigh but when I got. He must have thought he was dreaming---but he quickly realized that this was no dream.Some will no doubt find it difficult to fathom such a thing. How could any husband, they will say, ever willingly allow another man to have sex with his wife, let alone give them his permission to make a baby together? It's a valid question, but the answer to it, I fear, would be nearly impossible to explain that (in terms that many would understand).But let me say here that as I stood looking at Mara and Omar. Don't make me do this. Please leave!" Are you sure you want me to?" YES! PLEASE!" Her voice was wild with desperation."Well, all right." I got slowly to my feet, walked to the door and started out, then turned back. "I'll just step outside then. Stay there until I close the door. Open it when you're done."I stepped outside, flicking on the exhaust fan as I went, and pulled the door closed behind me. I heard Linda scrambling to her feet as I walked away. Even across the room, I could hear her.